"NOO" They ran for the cover, they ran to hide from the might of heaven, but nothing could save them.
The thunder that fell ignored all buildings, and all kinds of defenses and burned the mortals in a single strike.
As for those with apprentice or Adept level strength, their death was slower, but it came to them all the same.
The plantation was turned into a graveyard, there was little to no life left besides the scorching remains or the pitiful serfs and their masters.
Even the one at the head of the plantation had only his head intact, as the rest was already burned until the shower of lightning.
Devastation was all that was left in the area. "You always go a bit overboard." The Knight spoke looking at the burnt corpses before complaining to his mage partner who just had a "Dunno" expression before saying. "Our target, he should be among them playing dead."
